作曲 : Durk Banks

[Intro: LIl Durk]

She want that big bag, she don't want that lil' girl shit

I just get mad when you on that lil' girl shit (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]

Drink a six down, tell bro to stop to get a kid

Worth them Ms, now me and my lil' brother got a stick

Drunk a xan down, woke up and forgot what I had said

My shit jet brown, new Dior sneakers tryna slick (Why would I lie on him?)

Think he slick, 'cause he tried to take his brother off (Why would I lie on him?)

One nigga can't stop the killings, only money talk (Why would I lie on him?)

Gotta watch the sneaky hoes snatch your rubber off (Why would I lie on him?)

I told you to your face, the snakes will cut the brother talk (Why would I lie-)

Tryna skrrt off, you get clapped though, let the thirty off

Ever shot at in a Maybach, knock your curtains off

I feel like niggas gonna' tell you, start the prayer talk

I aggravated you, you dumb, you scratched the numbers off

Ah, hell nah, Chicago star, don't want them bell bums

Could've got out early, but they caught him with a cellphone

You can't tell me nothin', I'm with the murders, I'ma stand on it

You can't tell me nothin', them niggas different, can't compare 'em to me

Pull up with a stick, pull up with a big gun

Pull up with a stick, pull up with a stick

Hit up with a switch, he don't even know where he hit from

Worry 'bout my bitch, you don't even know what your bitch done

I'm so rich I bring the barber in the club

I'm so rich, I'm with the robbers in the club

You end up snitchin', then you not a part of us

Bitch, this a Patek, this is not a Cartier

[Chorus: Lil Durk]

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

[Verse 2: Chief Wuk & Lil Durk]

This nigga called my phone, fifty grams, nigga that's patty cake

I don't even **** around with no scales, nigga, that's petty weight

All my bitches be in the kitchen cookin', got they ass bakin' cakes

Could've went to school for culinary arts, I would've went every day

Thought I'd have my CDL license, ****ed up that interstate

Hit the road, gettin' to that cash, bitch, I'm a heavyweight

I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg, I'm a big (Man, what?)

I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg

I'm a problem with that trappin' shit

Don't call my phone if you ain't never ****in' wrapped a brick

One-thousand-eight grams, I cop out, I need my whole lick

Got reputation in the trenches, I don't ever miss

[Chorus: Lil Durk]

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?

Where you get that shit from?